Long beautiful hair...

So, my whole life, I've feared haircuts. Maybe it's because my father always got my hair cut very short when I was young and I hated it; or maybe it's just that innate fear that you'll come out of the place looking stupid. Whatever the case, I usually handle this anxiety by growing my hair out long and when I can't stand long hair any more, by taking someone with me to make all of the decisions at the barber. In the past, this has worked well enough, I'm not sure if the third person perspective allows the people I drag with me to give better instructions or if it's just coincidence, but I'm usually fairly happy with how the event unfolds.

Last Friday, no one was available to go with me to get my haircut. But, I tell myself, I'm an adult, and I can do very basic things like this for myself. So, I go to sport clips. There, I figure, they have cut my hair before, AND they have that cut in their database...so even if I give poor directions or freeze up, I can fall back on a haircut from my past. I get there, and give the same outline I give everytime: long enough on the top to be a little floppy, short on the side, and tapered in the back. ...I guess she wasn't listening.

So far, every person I've talked to has indicated that I looked better with long hair. Two people actually used the words "bad haircut" and one said "well, your hair grows pretty fast." Sigh. I'm not looking forward to going to school where a largish number of people from my Japanese class actively proscribed me cutting my hair; I predict a lot of "I told you so."

I'm not mortified or anything. Mainly because I'm just not that vain, and also because enough gel fixes almost anything. But, next time...I don't care if it's superstitious...I'm definitely taking someone with me to do all of the talking.